Story

I'm a girly girl.
 
I grew up in a family with no brothers and one precious older sister. My dad was a great dad, but he didn't incline to making his girls do boy stuff.

Oh, I went fishing with him a few times, but that was daddy/daughter time. Put it this way, he usually put the worm on the hook for me....

My beautiful mom was all gentle, kind, feminine and lady-like. She encouraged everything nice with just a hint of spice.

In elementary school, boys were weird.
In junior high, they were really interesting. :-)
In high school, they were still interesting, but immature.
In college, they were interesting, no longer immature, and pretty cute.
In my 20's, boys were hard to figure out but still worth figuring out.  :-)

In my 30's I married one and had two of my own.
And then my education started.

As I'd like to think a lot of moms do, one day I woke up and realized that I didn't understand these little hellions at all. Why did they like playing with toy swords? Why did they like garbage trucks? I mean, I'm not against garbage trucks or anything, but what's the fascination? As they grew older, why did they want to do everything that might result in cuts, burns, band-aids, and casts? In a nutshell, why did they want to do anything that had a possibility of getting them killed or at least severely injured.?

There were a couple of years there where I just felt alone. Seriously.

My husband's a good caring guy. But he's a guy. He’s not a girly girl. Thank God.
My boys. Well. They're my boys. And they do what boys do.

And then it hit me:

I didn't really understand the opposite sex until I had boys of my own. It's not my fault....I just didn't get it. Given my upbringing, how was I supposed to? I'm a person who learns by doing. And what I had done was finally come face to face with the other sex at their most visceral....when they're boys.

They love all things heroic. All things dangerous. They have dreams of saving those they love. They day-dream about fighting the bad guy and rescuing the girl. They are proud of their bloody badges of honor: beginning as skateboarding scrapes...ending up as black eyes...and then, I guess, war wounds. The world of men.

Sure, when I was younger, I knew that boys were into, uh, boy stuff. But, once I saw first-hand their minds operating on this level at the get-go, I decided that I was going to celebrate my boys. It is the best way I can love them.

There isn't another clothing brand, that I could find at least, which attempts to capture the interesting journey of mothers who love their boys for exactly who they are.

So, I'm a boymom. I'm proud of my special role in the lives of my two maniacs. And I wanted to share my little paradigm shift with other moms who have maniacs of their own.

If you purchase a boymom designs product, you've done two things:

1. You have reinforced an important value as a boymom or as a friend of a boymom
2. You have contributed to a charity that benefits orphans in Southeast Asia

Thank you for visiting. I hope you enjoy the website.

Amy
Chief Executive boymom